The result was, that unless he restored the missing note before ten o'clock next morning, he should leave Mardykes.
To leave Mardykes was no more than Philip Feltram, feeble as he was of will, had already resolved.

But what was to become of him?
He did not very much care, if he could find any calling, however humble, that would just give him bread.
There was an old fellow and his wife (an ancient dame,) who lived at the other side of the lake, on the old territories of the Feltrams, and who, from some tradition of loyalty, perhaps, were fond of poor Philip Feltram.

They lived somewhat high up on the fells--about as high as trees would grow--and those which were clumped about their rude dwelling were nearly the last you passed in your ascent of the mountain.

These people had a multitude of sheep and goats, and lived in their airy solitude a pastoral and simple life, and were childless.

Philip Feltram was hardy and active, having passed his early days among that arduous scenery.